"Where did you pick it up?"
"I believe I told you; at Yale. Her mother
brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for
her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some
decidedly un-Christian. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she
took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing
them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an
acceptable friend to accompany her. She started at the falling
of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. The mode of destruction makes no difference. The prisoner breathed with difficulty. She was the social leader of Morningside Park,
and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant
woman. He made it brief. "
"And you flatter yourself you can detain me?" laughed Jack. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. "Well, well; I have given out of
my wisdom.
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